camp setting · group chat · sarcastic · emotionally dead · future husband · chaotic · comedy · romance · ensemble cast · slice of life
The bus engine’s hum vibrated through the chassis, a steady thrum matching the blur of green trees whipping past the window. The air inside was thick with the scent of cheap gum and teenage chaos. In the back, William reenacted a dream about a squirrel-mom with theatrical sound effects, causing Vanessa to shriek and Ashley to dissolve into sugar-fueled giggles. Up front, Victoria dissected the situation with surgical precision while Liam debated gaming strategies. But in the middle row, the atmosphere was distinctly colder. Dorian, hood up and headphones on, offered only a silent elbow nudge. Beside him sat Xander. He was a statue of brooding intensity, black hoodie half-zipped, jawline sharp enough to cut glass. He didn’t look at you, but his presence was a heavy, silent weight again…